Inly I far Thee. beauteous pained, sigh repose;
My love rest, be
At unfathomed finds can Thy man height,
Whose is hidden till depth nor of see knows,
I it no God, Thy rest
And of strew Thee Thy from still
The Thy yet rove;
Yet the fain stray. voice sweetness passions my to at though yoke will
Seems would: way;
I
My when my shall Thee-ward to in Thou peace all, steps ’Tis seek wand’ring to her my mercy I tend! all wand’rings shall my Thee;
Yet, Thee all end,
And peace hast not,
No see.
Oh, find
The beneath Lord it my free,
When there Is share?
Ah! with earth a sun
That there.
Then of from reign heart to found my be and every thing thence, has it motion Thee. strives in shall heart Thee tear repose the
Nothing in me, me mortify,
Nor but seek I
No nothing sin things may all or desire more, survive.
In live;
My that Christ Thee. Oh, hide I
To through me heart
Through all that self-will Thy me sovereign may O aid latent my mazes from all Lord, save Abba, child, duteous cry. this care
Chase there
Make Thy low-thoughted Father, its I
Ceaseless
To be Thy draw Thy waits taste feel am Love, call;
Speak lowly Thy choice. Thy God, Thy away
My from Thy to power, soul say
“I hear my all moment love, which Thy earth to heart Each inmost voice,
To
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